Pavilion in the Mountains

Zhong Qin was still alive.

Dressed in her vibrant attire, Zhong Qin remained right there.

She had stopped screaming.

But everyone who saw her wished she would make a sound.

Any sound at all—a scream, a curse, a wail of pain...

Anything would be better than this silence, this stillness!

She hovered above the half-collapsed mountain pavilion as if held by invisible shackles, her face devoid of expression, disappearing piece by piece starting from her calves.

Everyone present could sense her vitality and knew clearly that she was still alive.

Yet she offered no resistance, no struggle... or perhaps she had already struggled?

She was like a painting hung on a wall, being torn away by some force.

She was like an abrupt smudge in mid-air, being slowly wiped away by a rag!

What kind of power was this?

What had she triggered? And what had happened here?

Whether it was Dou Mian, who had come to Chiyun Mountain with Zhong Qin, or Jiang Wang and the Cloud Wandering Elder, all stood frozen.

This power exceeded their imagination.

They were all cultivators who had experienced countless brutal battles; even if Zhong Qin had been hacked to pieces before their eyes, they might not have even frowned.

But this scene of being abruptly erased possessed a cold, silent, and terrifying cruelty.

The most terrifying thing was the unknown.

They had no idea what kind of power was annihilating Zhong Qin, and naturally, there was no way to save her.

Dou Mian's fingers twitched several times; he wanted to draw his sword, that famous Chu Kingdom blade known as Tianye.

But he had no way to block the continuation of that power. He couldn't even be sure if that power would spread back... and erase him as well. So he could only